But who cares about my great day, when on the other side of the world, people’s lives are getting destroyed by an earthquake, while I’m having a great day. It seems a little wrong. I have nothing intelligent to say about it, so I won’t say anything more. It makes a nice water cooler topic, an ice breaker conversation, an awkward silence filler, a Facebook status, a Twitter tweet, a blog post; we can go on and on about how horrible it is, how awful we feel about it, and how much our hearts go out to the victims, but really, none of it means anything to anyone in the heart of the catastrophe. Maybe I’ll donate something somewhere here.
